NaPoWriMo 2014 07

Melodie.

When all around me is dark and dreary,
When hope has left and optimism gone,
When the long, long day is tired, is weary,
Then I turn to music, I turn to song.
The haunting lilt of the fiddle's lament,
The strident march of highland pipes and drums,
The guitar's murmur, melodic intent,
Are balm to soothe and calm when trouble comes.
A deep voiced bass, a softer baritone,
An alto's lilt, a tenor's soaring call,
A melody, a harmony, seeds sown
In the garden, where dew-dropp'd music falls.
   So, when the evening fades from grey to black,
   'Tis then that music gives me all I lack.

© 2ndwitch, 07/04/14